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... ng unnaturally from the wound. In seconds, that blood hardened, bone knitting back together, muscle weaving into existence, and pale flesh sealing over. Soon, a fresh arm stretched outward, clawed fingers flexing as though mocking Marcus for daring to cut it away.
Its golden gaze locked onto Marcus, no longer playful, no longer smug. The demon’s voice came low, guttural, and vibrating with restrained fury.
"...Who are you?"
Marcus tilted his head, strands of his messy bun ...
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